It had always been a fantasy of hers to make love outside - on one of those gorgeous, warm fall days out in a woodsy setting. She'd been scouting locations for weeks when she found a place that suited her - off the beaten path, no car or pedestrian traffic nearby. There was a place so the car would not draw any notice when parked. Perfect!
She had shared that fantasy with her lover, who was very excited at the prospect. She had told him to be ready at a moment's notice, as they were at the whim of the weather gods.
And so, on one warm, sunny October Saturday, everything was right. She gave him a call, and they met up and headed out. Down a country road, blazing with fall colors in the sunlight, they drove. She pulled off onto a shoulder, where a fallow field bordered on a woodsy area.
They gathered up a blanket and a picnic basket and hiked through the field, their excitement mounting. She walked ahead, looking for a place that suited her. "Here!" she said, pointing to a small area where the field dipped down next to the woods, shielding them from any occasional passing traffic.
"Are you sure this is OK?" he asked. "I sure don't want to get hauled in for indecent exposure by the county sheriff!" he joked. She smiled back at him. "Well, that's part of the excitement, isn't it?"
They spread the blanket, anchoring the corners with their shoes and the picnic basket. She pulled out a bottle of wine and handed it to him. She set out the wine glasses, plates and cutlery, and the food she'd brought.
He poured the wine while he noted the choices set before him: small sandwiches, crudites, fruit. They sipped the wine, kissing each other between sips, as they fed each other bites of food in that sensual Tom Jones way.
He thanked her for preparing their lovely feast and kissed both her hands, turning the palms over, and then lightly tickling the palms.
She sighed with pleasure as he did this. He continued lightly tickling up the inside of her arms, which she always reacted to with small little intakes of her breath.
He knew she liked this kind of light touching and caressing, and he continued moving his hands up to her neck and face. He circled her lips with one finger, and she sucked it for a brief moment, before he moved on to touch her cheeks, her forehead, and moved back down the neck to her chest.
She was breathing more heavily as his hands moved down to the light cotton of her sundress, his fingers splayed out over her full breasts. He pressed very lightly against those soft pillowy mounds, as he rubbed his thumbs over the very middles, bringing her nipples to an erect stance, as if they were begging his lips to come and taste them.
She reached up and undid the ties on her right shoulder, then her left, and peeled down the top of the sundress to reveal her bare sun-dappled breasts.
He lightly circled his index fingers on them, making them smaller and smaller until his fingers were poised right over the nipples. She pressed her chest forward to him.
But he stopped, looked at her with a teasing smile, and then cupping her breasts in his hands, he leaned over, and tongued first one, then the other, bringing moans from her, as she lurched a little in her passion. He noticed she had moved one hand underneath the full skirt of her sundress.
